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 Okay, so it has been a few months since my last post. I must admit, it is entirely my fault for not being consistent; however, I also have to be honest that I have been writing another personal piece on the side which needed my undivided attention, and I had to give myself some time before I could balance both simultaneously.

I got inspired again! And let me tell you, the feeling of inspiration is unlike any other, especially when you start questioning yourself and your abilities. I had a very short yet much-needed "tough love" talk from a dear one, and it ignited something in me. I got asked the difficult questions, the uncomfortable questions, the questions I did not want to be asked but knew I had to answer (or at least think about), and most importantly, I got reminded of what is important and how to ensure that what I value comes second to no one. I'll spare you the details for now because that will be for another post another day.

My focus this time, though, is on choices, as that was the overall topic of discussion during our chat. It was tough, VERY tough, but because I know it came from a place of pure care and love, I took it wholeheartedly, and I accepted it silently and at times with my head bowed down in complete surrender and acknowledgment.

Do you ever feel like you're just coasting through life, thinking you've got it all figured out? Then BAM! Something hits you out of nowhere, and you realize you're totally not heading where you thought you were going. Suddenly, you're at this unexpected fork in the road, having to make tough choices you never wanted to face. It takes guts, like real honesty with yourself, to finally step up and decide what to do next. This kind of thing can pop up in all sorts of areas, like your job, who you're with, your health, even marriage – pretty much anything big in life. I suppose it's normal to go through this, and I also think real guts come from the people who are brave enough to sit you down and have the open talk with you and sort of guide you to start thinking differently. For your own sake, obviously.

It's a really unsettling feeling, isn't it? To be nearing 40 and draw a blank when someone asks about your hobbies or interests. It's not just the lack of a ready answer that stings; it's that nagging question of "How did I get here?" It speaks to a sense of life perhaps lived on autopilot, where the focus has been so heavily on responsibilities, work, or just getting by, that the cultivation of personal passions and joys has somehow been sidelined or completely missed.

This situation can trigger a deeper reflection. It might bring up questions about identity beyond one's professional role or familial duties. Have you been so busy fulfilling obligations that you haven't carved out space to explore what genuinely excites you? Did you once have interests that have slowly faded due to lack of attention? Or perhaps, life circumstances steered you down a path where these personal explorations simply weren't a priority.

The irritation likely stems from the realization of lost opportunities for self-discovery and the potential richness these hobbies and interests could have brought to your life. It's the sense of a missing dimension, a part of yourself that hasn't been nurtured. It can feel like waking up and realizing a whole area of your inner landscape has remained unexplored, leaving you wondering what experiences and connections you might have missed along the way. It's a potent moment for introspection and a potential catalyst for finally prioritizing those personal passions.

Do you know what your interests or hobbies are?

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